Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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It was Friday morning and Ian was sitting at his office desk trying to catch up with his work. It was proving very difficult. There was so much going on in his private life, it was virtually impossible to concentrate, but he needed to try. He’d taken a lot of time off since Emma’s miscarriage and while management were still being supportive and sympathetic, he knew it wouldn’t last forever. At some point they would expect him to get over it and start pulling his weight again.
Ian’s thoughts drifted to the argument he’d had with Emma that morning. It had started because he’d brought up the matter of the DNA tests again. Then he’d made it worse by saying he thought she should return to work, part-time at least. She was still signed off sick. He thought he’d phrased it well, but she’d burst into tears, accused him of being self-centred and caring more about his bloody research than he did about her. He’d left soon after to come to work and had texted an apology, but she hadn’t replied.
His thoughts returned to the review.
Don’t go anywhere near this place.
How he would have liked to have spoken to Ms L and asked her exactly what she’d meant. He’d found the review online again but couldn’t see any way of contacting her. Clearly she’d had issues with the clinic, but why? Was it their manner or something else?
‘There are rumours,’ the lad in the village shop had said. But that could be no more than malicious gossip.
Ian fiddled with his pen and stared at the report he was supposed to be writing. The DNA test kits he’d ordered should arrive tomorrow – Saturday. There was no postal service on Sunday, so he’d send them off first thing on Monday. He’d opted for the results to be emailed, which was the fastest method, so hopefully he’d have them early next week.
Of course, it could turn out that Carstan Moller had been right all along and he and Emma didn’t share the same genes. That’s what Emma believed, and that he’d become obsessed – a witch hunt to find someone to blame for them not being able to have a family. Which is more or less what Moller had said: Get on with your life and be grateful you are both healthy, intelligent and able to do well.
If the DNA tests showed he and Emma weren’t related, then he would accept it and agree to go to bereavement counselling as Emma wanted.
Don’t go anywhere near this place! They are in it for their own selfish ends.
But why? Ms L, why?
THIRTY-ONE
Jan paused to read Ruby’s text: Should be with you at 12.